#rosanatmon

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05 - BDSM | Cockwarming | Deep Throating | 69

 Atmon opened his eyes with a very slow blink. There was a haphazardly closed sheer curtain, the sun shone in…

There were pillows strewn about on the floor. There were tiny plants with many tiny figurines stuck next to them in their large pot on the window. Tiny sloths and red pandas and clovers and bumblebees and more… tiny things.

There were drawings in warm colours all over the wall, looking not exactly finished. But enthusiastic and happy. There were books just… hanging on the wall, too. Just like that.

A flamingo was bopping it’s head.

It became more and more certain that this was absolutely not his own home.

He blinked another time and then concentrated on the person in his arms. She smelled… wonderful. All lady. And she’s very nicely round. Best for hugs. And holding. Hair all curled and great to think his nose in.

It was an earthy smell, when he took a deep breath from her hair, ran a hand over her side. And she wriggled her hips against him.

Oh.

He noticed his morning wood.

Huh.

“… mmmmmhhhornin’,”  she took his hand and kissed his palm, before snuggling it to her sternum again.

“Good morning, Rosa,” he said, drowsily.

“Mmmmh… love that voice,” she mumbled, smile audible.

He hummed, closing his eyes again.

She wriggled again and: “Mmmmh, certainly like that, too,” and wriggled onto him.

This should not have been that easy. Last night had been… exceedingly good, then.

So, a reprise in the morning then.

Atmon moved, tensing and completely prepared to do the work, when Rosa grabbed his arm and pulled it close: “No, ‘s too early”

He glanced out the window, sun quite a ways away from the horizon, then shrugged: “But you are are… on me”

“ ‘s nice,” she said. And snuggled deeper into the pillows.

He blinked once again… then kissed her cheek and resettled on the bed once again: “It is”

The world could wait a little longer for them.

[asheewrites]

Hopping around naked and sweating on cold september roofs is dangerous. Now the boyfriend has caught a mean flu but stubbornly refuses to rest and recover. Will a devoted nurse convince him before it's too late and someone from a "competing business" makes use of his weakend state?

Rosa sat down next to him, indulgent smile in place and the fluffiest of ugly christmas sweaters in hand. It was handed over to Atmon so he could pull it over the other two. He looked truly miserable.She felt sorry for him.She really did. The problem was just that he was too adorable. So, the smile was unstoppable.It probably didn't help him.

He looked... like a heap. Especially with the third sweater. Wrapped in blankets, watery eyes, stuffy nose, shivering. He sniffelled." 'm mis'r'ble," he grumbled, deepest voice up to now. His voice was truly in the gutter. There were rings under his eyes for Pete's sake. "I can see that," she nodded. patting his head the tiniest bit. He whined, unhappy with everything: "... wan' lay down..."She knew he wanted to, but: "... but then you can't breath properly. And start coughing again," they had tried that already.He whined again. It was an admirably loud and keening noise. Even in his state."The water is almost cooking, you can breath in some salt water soon," she patted the poor man. It was a man's influenza, alright."You'll live, I promise," he whined and looked more miserable. "I'll be all puffy," he said, nose dripping. This cold really did eat at him. There was no denying it. The worst part was, that I couldn't touch him, he was all sensitive and twitchy and didn't take well to being touched. It just pained him."Luv, you are all puffy already,"  as she had told him multiple times before. The reaction was always the same: His puffy eyes widened, they watered even more, the unhappiness grew and then he grabbed for a handkerchief, thoroughly wetting it. Afterwards, he was exhausted and unhappy, sniffing along. "You'll get better. And I still love you," she petted his hand and held the little basket for used cloths up to him. "'Th'nks' ," he sniffled, disoriented and probably already unaware of his misery again. When the water cooker clicked, Rosa went to pour the water in a pot, added a generous portion of salt to it, stirred and came over with it. With a heat-resistent blanket on his knees, she put the pot on top and spread a cloth over his head: "Now breath in. It will be good for you"Actually, it would not. It would merely clean his nose for a bit and make him sleep. He did what he was told and breathed, making tortured noises. His breathing slowed down. Slowly. I watched, face propped up on my hand. After ten minutes, his face was splotchy and too wet and his eyes were watering, but he could actually sniffle and did not just... slightly move the snot. Soon enough, he fell back down in the pillows.

At least he got a little bit of sleep. And Rosa could grab the pot and go on to make a bit of chicken soup. The man would need to eat. He didn't do it, all too much, it was a shame. But really, who did Tai Chi in the middle of coldness. On a roof. And thought they would be fine. Even if it was just September. It got chilli!Anyway. It helped. He felt more whole when he did it. Rosa could respect that. She also respected a proper ass being trained to even more proper form. Also not against pushing it in the air. The finer things in life can be rather enjoyable. Really.Unfortunately, doing it in the crack of dawn apparently got the loveliest of her guests a proper flu.And it was time to take care of him.When he woke up, a little while late - a cough woke him - he seemed to smell the soup... and promptly fell out of bed when he tried to get out.She immediately ran over and helped him to sit. The disorientation was actually written on his face this time around: "You okay?""He looked at her and smiled widely: "Now that you are here," he said and leaned against her.For a moment, she was charmed. snuggling right up to him and kissing his cheek. Then she heard him wince and the reality that he was on the cold floor came back to mind. Helping him back up wasn't easy, but his packaged butt somehow got on top pf the bed again. And settled against the headboard. He offered his thanks and then drifted slightly off.When Rosa came back with the soup, his nose actually twitched. A tiny twitch with a big nose. It was - once again - adorable. Sitting in a chair next to the bed, she slowly fed him spoonfuls of soup. And while she (rightfully) assumed he didn't taste a thing, he smiled and hummed in pleasure: "Your sheee besht nurshe..."It was nothing but a mumble. But somehow, she felt happy about the silly sports. He really was adorable when sick.